tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38219345078905906312018-03-07T15:57:13.115-05:00Words From CatHere Cat shares words of advice, opinion and critique from her infinite store.
L'Noir-L-teyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11142108550963572730noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-12127338883342453452015-01-21T11:29:00.001-05:002015-01-21T11:29:37.963-05:00Without Friends It is because we look like we don't have friends that we don't have friends.
So ironic, yet so true. A person without friends seems distant, far away in a place no one can join them. They seem happy, content to be alone, as if time has taught them to be so.
They find no comfort in the toils of the earth and amuse themselves by analyzing others. To say they are not lonely is a lie, but alas, Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-31420157348681261402015-01-13T14:22:00.002-05:002015-01-13T14:22:39.654-05:00Little Quips: Mistaken Identity It's not a common problem, but when it occurs, I think you're talking to me.Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-14837005763908647002015-01-10T15:51:00.002-05:002015-01-10T15:51:59.364-05:00For Best Results, Serving Suggestion, Contents Hot These little phrases are called 'insurance'.
For best results, use the standard size for normal servings and the small size for small servings. Common sense, anyone? For best results, do not wash entire unit. Remove electrical apparatus first. Hmmm...but you have to think about this. Apparently, the only reason this little phrase exists is because someone's tried these things before.
Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-31513175203569394122015-01-09T09:32:00.000-05:002015-01-09T09:32:56.498-05:00Poetry Fridays: The Road Not Taken by Robert FrostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morningS Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-90745179621463276662015-01-08T11:45:00.002-05:002015-01-08T11:45:40.557-05:00The Meaning of Life It has often been said that the idea of happiness is the creator of contentment. But do we wait for an idea to
make us happy? Do we wait for our happiness to be cultivated before we are content? That we can be
content and yet experience unhappiness is indeed a sad oxymoron yet also a true one. We can desire for
none of the things of the world and yet, be unhappy for want of nourishment or S Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-60268255258571528762014-11-10T17:22:00.003-05:002015-01-10T16:17:19.772-05:00Fresh StartHi Everyone,
Welcome to Words From Cat, formerly known as The Cat is Speaking.
ManagementS Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-51649575648044552482013-05-07T15:29:00.000-04:002013-05-07T15:29:06.169-04:00You Can Call me Uncle
Hope this short is self explanatory. Nothing deep behind it. A brief dialogue my brother thought up. Don't credit me with its hilarity. Enjoy!
Harry(peachy tone): I'm looking for this song. I don't know what it's called. I don't know what it sounds like. I don't know any of the words. Can you help me?
Joe(confused): What am I looking for?
Harry(peachy tone): I don't know, that's why I came to Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-28540846890257519282013-04-25T19:58:00.000-04:002013-04-25T20:02:13.789-04:00I Earned You.
I knew it was a bad idea to move in with my sister. It was one of those ideas you get when you're really upset about something and are eating ice cream in order to feel better. A brain freeze comes on and contrary to popular belief, despite the term, your brain is very active during such incidents. The result is many ideas at once, some of them outlandish and some of them just plain crazy. To Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-88838160826814758342013-04-10T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-10T19:03:21.891-04:00 The Next Big Thing Author Interview Thank you to Amber Colleen for tagging me in the Next Big Thing Blog Hop! Colleen is author of Premonitions available on Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/Premonitions-ebook/dp/B008MAT1QY. While I have not had the pleasure of reading her debut novel, I did read the description and I will say right now that it looks very intriguing and I intend to add it to my library soon!
You can read more Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-15290378021916096592013-04-05T06:58:00.000-04:002013-04-05T09:21:46.653-04:00Hello Fridays Well, my blog has been like a runaway train. It took off long ago and has slowly been losing steam. Now, it's come to a stop and the insanely frightened passengers are disembarking. Whew!
I became so busy that I left the controls and now look what happened.
Anyway, I went from two posts a week, one on Monday, one on Friday to one post a week. I've been so busy I haven't had time to do much Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-7385271340090515442013-03-29T14:43:00.001-04:002013-03-29T14:43:38.106-04:00Poetry Fridays - A Child Said, What is the Grass?A child said, What is the grass?
by Walt Whitman A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,Bearing the Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-35564241746373328852013-03-22T00:00:00.000-04:002013-03-22T00:00:05.957-04:00Poetry Fridays: O were my love yon Lilac fairO were my love yon Lilac fair by Robert Burns O were my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,And I, a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing!How I wad mourn when it was torn By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. O gin my love were yon red rose, That grows upon the castle wa'; And ISim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-55125471774764140132013-03-15T00:00:00.000-04:002013-03-15T00:00:02.055-04:00Poetry Fridays: The Land of Nod
The Land of Nod
by Robert Louis Stevenson From Breakfast on through all the dayAt home among my friends I stay,But every night I go abroadAfar into the land of Nod.All by myself I have to go,With none to tell me what to do--All alone beside the streamsAnd up the mountain-sides of dreams.The strangest things are there for me,Both things to eat and things to see,And many frightening sights Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-21217378196619385872013-03-11T15:46:00.002-04:002013-03-11T15:46:58.719-04:00By My Side ~ Cover Reveal for Stephanie Witter
By My Side ~ Cover Reveal
For Stephanie Witter
This is Stephanie Witter's Cover Reveal for her latest book, By My Side. Read all about it below!
Lily
Saunders sees her family falling apart. Her father is deserting her,
and her mother is drinking more and more. Even sarcasm can't help Lily.
When she thinks her best friend, Andy Green, will help her, she
discovers how his blinding Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-62477684188668540812013-03-08T00:00:00.000-05:002013-03-09T17:43:36.904-05:00Poetry Fridays: A List of Praises
A List of Praises
by Anne PorterGive praise with psalms that tell the trees to sing,Give praise with Gospel choirs in storefront churches,Mad with the joy of the Sabbath, Give praise with the babble of infants, who wake with the sun,Give praise with children chanting their skip-rope rhymes, A poetry not in books, a vagrant mischievous poetry living wild on the Streets through generations of Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-14971533793415647372013-03-04T14:52:00.000-05:002013-03-04T14:52:42.461-05:00Poetry Mondays - I Love You Due to a crazy schedule, Featured Author Mondays has been put on hold. I expect to resume my features next week. I really enjoy them! Until next week!
I Love You
by Sara Teasdale
When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.
When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-15840253768599694352013-03-01T00:00:00.000-05:002013-03-01T00:00:09.000-05:00Poetry Fridays - Letter to Getrude ChatawayLetter to Gertrude Chataway by Lewis Carroll Christ Church, Oxford, October 28, 1876My Dearest Gertrude,—You will be sorry, and surprised, and puzzled, to hear what a queer illness I have had ever since you went. I sent for the doctor, and said, "Give me some medicine. for I'm tired." He said, "Nonsense and stuff! You don't want medicine: go to bed!" I said, "No; it isn't the sort of Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-51012012649116527512013-02-25T15:41:00.000-05:002013-02-25T15:41:09.073-05:00Blog Hop
In this
particular hop, I and my fellow authors, in their respective
blogs, have answered 10 questions where you get to learn
about our current work in progress as well as some insights into our
process, from characters and inspirations to plotting and cover
decisions. I hope you enjoy it!
Thank you Charlene Martin for inviting me. This is Charlene's book and blog go check her out.
http://Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-9329614776150121532013-02-22T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-22T00:00:03.819-05:00Poetry Fridays: For the Fallen
For the Fallen
by Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-16801382105892209832013-02-18T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-18T14:49:28.012-05:00Featured Author Mondays - Jessica Jaster
Welcome another Featured Author Monday! Meet Jessica Jaster, a dedicated mom of two and a talented author. Before I tell you anything else, why don't you read on to learn more about her. Feel free to check out her links, buy her book or just support her in what way you can.
Facebook
Twitter
Jessica's Website
Goodreads
Amazon
Amazon Book Link Kindle
Amazon Book Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-44616438584155571722013-02-15T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-15T00:00:07.770-05:00Poetry Fridays: How Do I Love Thee?
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-10156499670399378122013-02-11T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:24:37.394-05:00Featured Author Mondays - Steven Vincent Welcome to a new edition of Featured Author Mondays. Today, I welcome into the spotlight, a fantasy fiction author, Steven Vincent. Trying to break short tradition here by introducing a different genre, fantasy, as mentioned earlier. Not just fantasy, epic fantasy. Read on.
Steven's Facebook
Steven's Twitter
Steven's blog
Steven's Amazon
Dawn of the Knight Goodreads
Dawn ofSim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-1900808356347734752013-02-08T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-08T00:00:12.085-05:00Poetry Fridays: As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage]
As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage]
by William Shakespeare
Jaques to Duke Senior
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-22394028411608609722013-02-04T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-12T14:25:38.873-05:00Featured Author Mondays - Rebecca Myers
Happy Monday, everyone! While we're all yawning and stretching and hopefully thanking our lucky stars we lived to wake up and read this blog post, there aren't many of us who can say they died and came back. So, I knew it would be an honor to be able to feature one Rebecca Myers, a woman who has died, gone to heaven, and returned. Want to find out more? Check out her links below and since Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3821934507890590631.post-39685638395011408022013-02-01T00:00:00.000-05:002013-02-01T00:00:06.920-05:00Poetry Fridays: Never Give All The Heart
Never give all the heart
by W. B. Yeats
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, Sim Stevenzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12527016845408545034noreply@blogger.com1